Diana’s POV
Ashmoor Academy was supposed to be temporary.
Like every other town.
Like every other high school.
I had moved through fifteen schools in five years. Fifteen. I could barely remember the names of half of them, forgotten halls, forgettable faces.
But Ashmoor... Ashmoor was different.
It was the first place I ever stood up for myself. The first place I made real friends. The first place I sang on stage in front of hundreds of strangers and didn’t faint. It was where I learned how to stop hiding in the shadows of my own fear.
And maybe the place where I finally started to feel like I wasn’t just surviving… but living.
Graduation was only weeks away. It's so close, I could almost taste freedom.
I stretched, arms arching overhead until my spine crackled. The early light spi
